Today ended shitty. So here i am, to write and distract myself with yet another new one.
Grimmjow often wondered why he did a lot of things, because in all honesty he did some pretty stupid shit, but he really, really wanted to know why he was doing what he was currently doing.
His younger cousin, Nelliel, was dragging him about Japan showing him 'beautiful scenery' he really didn't care to see. His uncle Starrk and Aunt Harribel had decided to move away from Germany and to Japan when Grimmjow was about four years old. A year later they had the little green haired brat in front of him and another brat with even brighter green hair named Lillinet a year after that. A few months ago Grimmjow's parents had decided it would be a wonderful idea to uproot their whole lives and move closer to the family. Grimmjow was just bursting with joy. Running around the little town with Nelliel was really the last thing he wanted to be doing but he was forced by his mother to go with her and "learn more about their new home", like some little kid exploring a new neighborhood. Grimmjow was a grown ass, 28 year old, 6'1, man. He did not need to go sight seeing.
"Grimmy! There's this restaurant I really have to take you to! It's really great; almost all my friends work there and they love it! Come on!"
Before Grimmjow could yell at her for calling him that horrid nickname she grabbed his wrist and was off.
When Nelliel had said restaurant Grimmjow had expected something along the lines of some dinky little coffee shop that served nasty bagels and weak coffee and was within walking distance of their current location, but oh was he wrong. He and Nelliel had taken the trek back to Nell's house to get her car and then continued to drive about an hour and a half away from their houses to the city. By the time they arrived it was around ten at night and the streets were already full of drunken idiots and babbling mobs of females. Once parked in one of the underground parking garages provided by the city Nell lead Grimmjow to something that was most definitely not just a restaurant.
In front of him stood a five foot story building with a large sign that said 'Senbonzakura' on it with flower pettles painted around it to look as if they were floating in the wind.
"Nell, I know we're not hurting for money so your view on a restaurant may be a lil jacked, but this is definitely a fuckin' casino."
Nell giggled and shook her head.
"No, no, not a casino. The bottom floor is set up like a tavern, basic food and alcohol, the second floor is the social area, with couches and music and pretty lights all set up nice, the third floor is the entertainment floor, sometimes there's strippers, sometimes there's performances, depends on the night, the forth floor is a hall people can rent out for events like weddings or business meeting, then the top floor is a living area for the guy who owns the club, no ones allowed up there with out special permission. Oh, and there's the basement which is reserved for employees and such, you know, dressing room and break room kind of a deal."
"How much money does the filthy bastard make off this shit?"
"Trust me, you'd rather not know."
Nell held the glass door open for him to enter, allowing him to walk into the dimly lit interior which, like Nell had stated, was set up much like an old tavern.
"Hey Nell! You didn't say you were coming in tonight!"
A loud redheaded male yelled from his post behind the bar, a large grin on his face with his hair pulled back into a high ponytail as he wiped the bar down with a towel, typical. Nell smiled as she walked closer to the bar, leaning on the bar top across from the man.
"I wasn't really planning on it but ma and pop wanted me to show my cousin around town amd I couldn't think of a better place to show him. Renji, this is my cousin Grimmjow."
"Oh yea! From Germany right? You told us about that last week or so. Welcome to Japan, dude."
Grimmjow simply nodded at the man, not feeling a vocal answer was needed, as Nell sat down on a bar stool to chat with the man until there was a loud crash from behind the bar followed by even louder yelling. Shortly after a male with a blond bob cut stuck his head around the corner of wall that hid the kitchen behind the bar and grinned at Renji.
"Anybody know where Ichi is?"
He asked calmly as he brought up a very bloodied hand and waved it casually in the air. Nell and Renji sighed, making this seem like a common occurrence, while Grimmjow just stared in confusion.
"Shin, he's up on the dance floor tonight."
"I'll go get him! I wanna show Grimm around the place some more before we settle on a floor anyways. Come on!"
Nelliel grabbed Grimmjow's arm and tugged him along to one of the elevators in the room and hit the third floor button. The doors bearly opened enough for Grimmjow to fit through before Nell was dragging him again, this time towards a stage stopping just short of it and waving to get one of the dancers, who was in the process of removing her pants, to come over to the edge of the stage. After kicked her pants into the crowd and revealing what could bearly even qualify as a thong, the ginger headed woman danced her way to Nell and got on her knees to speak to the girl.
"Is Ichi working the bar up here or getting ready for a show?"
"He's back stage getting ready for a show, hun. Who's this pretty boy, huh?"
"Tch, I ain't no pretty boy and i prefer my bitches with a little more dick than you."
"He's a fiesty one, isn't he, Nelly. I see why you're bringing him to our little Ichi. Oh well, have fun!" With a wink the woman was back on center stage with the other dancers.
Back stage was a mess of men and woman running and walking about, half dressed, some gossiping, some drinking. The only quiet place seemed to be in a dressing room labeled 'Gemini', which currently only had one orange haired occupant.
"Ichi!! Shin cut his finger again and they need you on ground level pronto before he ruins the food."
A long sigh left the man and he turned in his chair, thin lines of black eyeliner rimming his eyes and mascara wand in his hand as bored chocolate eyes looks at Nell.
"Why do we let him in the kitchen? Ever? Pretty soon Bya is going to have to pay me as medical staff too."
Nell giggled and shook her head. "You know you're the best we got! Now, take him," she jabbed her thumb towards Grimmjow, "and go patch up our little clutz and I'll go on for you ok? I haven't danced in a while, I kind of miss it."
"Alright, but you know if any of them try to lay a hand on you just yell and they'll have steel toed boots up their ass and down their throat."
"Of course!"
The orange head stood, long tan legs exposed as well as a toned chest; since all the man was wearing were black boxers and a leather collar, along with a pair of stillettoes. Man was committed to his job. As the pair walked back to the elevator, too-long orange hair was tired back into a small bun. Once the button was pushed for ground level awkward silence ensued.
"So...one?" A neatly trimmed orange brow raised in confusion.
"What?"
"Ichi. One. Right?"
"Ichigo. My name is Ichigo, and you're Grimmjow, Nelliel's cousin."
"That's me."
Thankfully, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open before the pair could be surrounded in silence. They hadn't been out of the doors more than a minute and Ichigo already had some man's grizzly paw grabbing at his ass. Without missing a beat, the dancer spun on his heels, grabbed the hand, and twisted it, effectivly spraining it before he continued towards the kitchen.
Walking through the kitchen doors like he owned the place, Ichigo spoke with enough confidence to stop the whole kitchen staff.
"I was told that our walking HR problem hurt himself again. Anyone know where he is?"
"Ichi, you wound me! I'm right here!"
About a yard back and to the left stood the blond from earlier, uninjured hand over his heart as he walked towards Ichigo and Grimmjow to get patched up.
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Grimmjow and Nelliel had ended up leaving at around five in the morning, around the time staff started cleaning up. They had spent the majority of the night introducing Grimmjow to Nell's friends. Grimmjow got along well with Renji, Nnoitra, Kenpatchi, and Ikkaku; the three that weren't Renji being the the heads of security. Shinji, Rangiku, and Rirukia were ok, though they all made passes at him most of the night. Ulquiorra, who bar tended along with Renji and a man named Shunsui, got on Grimmjow's nerves but when he was insulting someone that wasn't Grimmjow he was kind of entertaining. Shunsui seemed like the old man of the place everyone went to for advice, if they could catch him while he was awake. The one Grimmjow really liked, however, wad Ichigo. He seemed to work every job there was to have in the place all at once, and he did each of them flawlessly; not to mention he was fiesty, hot as hell, and the complete opposite of a push over.
"So, uh, that guy Ichigo..."
Nell smirked and glanced at Grimmjow from the corner of her eye as she drove them home.
"Hmm, what about him, Grimmy?"
"He single?"
"He is."
"Gay?"
"Very."
"Mentaly stable?"
"Hardly."
"How old?"
"Does it really matter to you?"
"Nope, give me his number."
"Absolutely not."
"What the fuck? Why?"
"Because I know how you are and Ichigo isn't the hit and run type. I don't want his feelings hurt or you physically injured."
"The fuck you mean, physically injured?"
"All I'll say is that Ichigo isn't somebody you wanna fuck around with. Either you're serious about it or you don't play."
"Tch, I'm sure I can change his mind about hit and runs."
Grimm's going to get himself in trouble, we all know it. But if he didn't then it wouldn't be any fun, right?
